"Me?" Damnit, why hadnīt she thought of a good story earlier? She decided to tell her about half of the truth. "I am a student of Naryion, a noble Ranger. He is gravely ill and therefore asked me to go on this mission for him. I am to fill what should be his place in this quest."
Reed nodded. She seemed convinced. Eorlyn felt unsure to not have told her the truth, but she knew she couldnīt. Instead, she patted Stormīs flanks. "Fine horses, weīve been given, arenīt they?" Reed nodded, and soon they were both involved in a converation about horses.
[ May 11, 2003: Message edited by: Manardariel ]
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